[The park hums with a strange kind of life— rides creaking on their own, laughter of shadows spilling from nowhere. Char wanders through it at his own pace, barefaced, no mask to mediate the look of surprise that lights up his face when he nearly collides with a familiar figure. For a moment he simply stares, taking in the sight— not an automobile with a sexy red interior, but a man.]
...So you do walk on two legs after all.
[His lips skew into a lopsided smile, wry amusement breaking through the weariness etched into his features.]
I'll admit, I almost forgot you were ever a man to begin with.
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...So you do walk on two legs after all.
[His lips skew into a lopsided smile, wry amusement breaking through the weariness etched into his features.]
I'll admit, I almost forgot you were ever a man to begin with.
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